I can’t deny, I had my doubts. What had been revealed about the opening ceremony had looked a bit iffy. Beijing had set the bar pretty damn high, and a setting of meadows with country bumpkins tossing cowpats about the place didn’t seem too promising. I hoped we would be surprised though. I have long admired Danny Boyle. It would have been sad if he’d let us down on the big night.
But he didn’t. I thought the ceremony was brilliant. It was original, epic, inventive, funny – even hilarious – brilliantly eccentric and utterly captivating. Sure, some bits were better than others. I’d rather not have had the Artic Monkeys inflicted on my eardrums. I’d have preferred to see Macca with Ringo doing All Together Now, instead of Hey Jude. And if only they could have gotten Roger Waters and Dave Gilmour on a stage together – Welcome to the Machine would have worked a treat during the industrial revolution.
But these are minor quibbles. Mr Bean and Her Maj the Queen were both brilliant. The flame’s journey up the Thames and into the stadium were well done. And at least I got a quick dose of Pink Floyd with the firework display. I can’t wait till August the 8th when I get to visit. Did the ceremony go down well in your part of the world?